Abbotsley Golf Hotel and Country Club
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- Continental Breakfast
- Free High-Speed Internet
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- Wheelchair accessibility
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I finally found a second hand bike on gumtree today. Picked it up on the way to Cambridge. It was advertised at £50 but I got it for £45! Yippee. Locals informed me that I definitely need mud guards in their weather so I was very happy to find them already attached. All I need now is ...
... hall. Flores being done, tables finalised Hilary being pampered by hairdresser, makeup person, and bridesmaids. I also had my hair done by Amie. After dressing in our quarters, I went back to hilly. By now she was dressed and ready for the photographer and his assistant. Photos galore. Of hilly, bridesmaids,then of her and me. And finally, Ian got to walk up the stairs and some very emotional ones of his first view ...
Well now that the first week of class has finished and its the weekend, time to catch up on whats been going on. On Tuesday after class, we took a bus to Cambridge where we got a tour of the campus (which is absolutely beautiful and I wish I could study there) and we were then on our own for a few hours to explore. The tour was interesting and being a nerd, I was excited to see the outside of the lab where Watson and Crick developed the DNA ...
... Zimmy failing to make like a goat, had a fall, but fortunately only damaged pride, then the stunning lower cliff walk back to Lynton, overlooking Lynmouth. With the funicular train trundling by. Then sitting on the balcony nursing a drink, watching squirrels, buzzards, crows all round, while the smaller birds attack the feeding stations. Can't think of a better way of spending time waiting for Jono & Ling to finally turn up several hours late, with a horror story trip ...
Usually I wake up on Thursdays and dread going to my Digital Story Telling class. I don't know anyone in it except the one other American I casually met last week, and I can't even remember his name. As I walked into class today, I noticed that my one American acquaintance, of course, decided to skip, leaving me with no friends and making me the only American. I was convinced that this three hour long class was going to ...